http://slow.writerscafe.org/ChristophPoe The original writings of author Christoph Poe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064824 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Have I Removed?"Why does it feel so wrong?I've left a little pieceOf myselfOn the rim of a wine glass.And I've allowed another to drink.With or without me.I've pluckedFrom the forbidden rose bush,But only a petal.Just one.Before long I'll take another.Until its beauty .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristophPoe/1702912/ Another rewrite. I'm trying to catch that WOW factor. Be blunt. Just if it's 's**t' then tell me why it's s**t. You can't hurt my feelings. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristophPoe/1322715/ We stayed in a cabin just on the outskirts of town despite my father's occupation as a member of the Council. As a result, my mother worried little about the food on the table in comparison to our neighbors. 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